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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.