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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.