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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.