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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.