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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.