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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.