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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Ten City,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.