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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.