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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.