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 Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
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.