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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Scion,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.