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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.