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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.