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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.