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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.