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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.