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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.