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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.