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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.