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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.