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 Yemen 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Nico,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.