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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.