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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Index,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.