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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.