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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.