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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.