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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.