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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.