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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.