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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Roxette,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.