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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Pole,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.