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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.