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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.