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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.