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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.