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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.