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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
the Association,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.