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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Television,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.