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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.