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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.