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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Wire,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.