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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.