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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.