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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.