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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.