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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.