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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.