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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.