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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Television,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.