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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.