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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.