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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Visage,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.