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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.