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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.