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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.