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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.