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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.