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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Organ,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.