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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.