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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.