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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.