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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.