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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.