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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Gong,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.