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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
June Days,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.