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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.