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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.