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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.