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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
The Leaves,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.