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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Faust,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.