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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Nas,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.