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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.