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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.