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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.