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 Malta and from Manila.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Leaves 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.