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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Pagans,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.