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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.