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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.