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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.