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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.