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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.