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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.