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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Television,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Brick,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.