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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.