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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.