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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Index,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.