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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.