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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.