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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.