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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.