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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.