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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Residents to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.