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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.