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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.