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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.