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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.