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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Index,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.