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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
MC5,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.