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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.