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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.