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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.