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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.