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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.