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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.