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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.