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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
JFA,
X-102,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.