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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Fear,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.