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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.