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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.