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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.