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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.