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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.