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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.