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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.