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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Franke,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.