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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.