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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.