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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
JFA,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.