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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.