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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
UT,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.