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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.