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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.