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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.