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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.