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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.