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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.