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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
MC5,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Gories,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.