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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.