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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.