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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.