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 Kiribati 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.