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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.