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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.