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 Belarus 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.