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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.