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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.