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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.