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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.