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 Italy and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Can,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.