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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.