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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.