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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Television,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.