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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.