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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.