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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.