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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
UT,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Japan,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.