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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.