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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.