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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.