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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 808 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.