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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.