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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.