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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Crime,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.