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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.