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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.