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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.