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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Index,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.