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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.