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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.