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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.