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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.