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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.