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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.