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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.