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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.