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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.