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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Brick,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.