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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.