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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.