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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Brand Nubian 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.