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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.