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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.