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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.