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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.