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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.