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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Index,
X-101,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.