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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.