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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.