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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.