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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.