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 Burundi and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Television,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.