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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.