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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.