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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.