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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Index,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.