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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.