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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.