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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Organ,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.