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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.