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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.