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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.