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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
the Association,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.