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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.