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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Technova,
10cc,
Camouflage,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.