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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
World's Most,
Mars,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.