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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Move,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.