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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.