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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.