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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.