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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.