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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.