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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.