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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.