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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.