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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.