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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 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 Cameo to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.