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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.