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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.