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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
June Days,
Index,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.