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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Index,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.