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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
AZ,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.