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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.