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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.