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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Can,
This Heat,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.