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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.