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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Wings,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.