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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.