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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.