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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Ituana,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.