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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.