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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.