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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.