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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.