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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Television,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.