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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.