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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.