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 Oman 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.