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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.