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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Scion,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.