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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.