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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.