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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
DNA,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Mars,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.