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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.