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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.