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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.