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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fear 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.