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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.