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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.