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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.