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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.