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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.