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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.