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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.