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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.