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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.