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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.