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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.