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 Guatemala 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.