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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.