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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.