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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.