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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.