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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.