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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.