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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Ossler,
X-101,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.