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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.