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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.