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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.