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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.