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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.