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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.