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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.