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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.