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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.