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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.