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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.