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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.