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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.