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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Names to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.