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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.