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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.