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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.