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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.