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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Neu!,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.