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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.