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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
10cc,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Smog,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.