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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Lalann,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.