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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Visage,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.