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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.