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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Can,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.