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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Monks,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.