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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Human League to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.