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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.