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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.