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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.