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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Excepter,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.