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 Andorra 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
the Association,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.