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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.