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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Wire,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.