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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.