Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.