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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
The Remains,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.