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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.