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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.