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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
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.