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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Visage,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.