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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.