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 Ecuador 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.