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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.