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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.