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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Index,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.