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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.