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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
The Names,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.