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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.