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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.