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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.