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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.