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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.