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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.