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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.