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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Victims to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.