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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.