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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
ABC,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Gong,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.