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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.