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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Quantec,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.