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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Index,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.