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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.