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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.