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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.