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 China and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Pole,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.