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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
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.