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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.