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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
MC5,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.