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 France and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 EPMD to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.