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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.