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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.