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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.