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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.