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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.