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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.