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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.