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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.