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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
10cc,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.