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 New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Names,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.