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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Faust,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.