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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.