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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
UT,
The Saints,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.