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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.