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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.