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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.