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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.