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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.