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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.