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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.