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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.