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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.