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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.