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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.