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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.