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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.