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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.