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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Saints,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.