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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.