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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.