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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.