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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Scientists,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.