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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.