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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.