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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.