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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.