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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Gong,
The Slits,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.