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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.