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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.