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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.