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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Litter,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.