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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.