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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.