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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.