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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.