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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.