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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.