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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Can,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.