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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.