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 Tuvalu 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.