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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.