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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.