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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.