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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.