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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.