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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Slave,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.