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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.