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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.