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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.