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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.