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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.