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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Can,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Standells,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.