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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.