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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Pole,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.