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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Pole,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.