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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Index,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.