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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.