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 Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.