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 Turkey 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Interpol,
X-102,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.