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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.