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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.