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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
June Days,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.