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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Divine Comedy 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.