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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.