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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.