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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.