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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.