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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.