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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.