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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Slits,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.