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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.