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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Organ,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.