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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.