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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.