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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.