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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.