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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.