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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.