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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.