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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.