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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.