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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
The Busters,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.