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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.