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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.