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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Niagra,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Main Source,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.