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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Japan,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.