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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.