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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.