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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.