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 Belarus and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.