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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.