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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Japan,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.