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 Malta and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.