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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.