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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.