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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.