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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.