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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Monolake,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.