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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
X-101,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.