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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.