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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Brick,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.