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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Gories,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.