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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.