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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
the Slits,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.