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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.