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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.