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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Skaos,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.