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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.