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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.