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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
UT,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.