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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.