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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.