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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.