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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.