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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.