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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.