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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.