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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.