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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Visage,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.