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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.