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 Niger and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.