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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.