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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.