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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.