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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.