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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.