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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.