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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.