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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.