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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.