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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.