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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.