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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
The Wake,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.