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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.