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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.