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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Faust,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.