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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.