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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
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.