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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.