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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.