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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.