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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.