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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Index,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.