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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.