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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.