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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.