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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
X-101,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.