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 Burkina and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.