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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.