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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.