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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Sound,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.