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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.