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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Magma,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Index,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.