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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Smog to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Nas,
New Order,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.