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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
the Association,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.