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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Franke,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.