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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.