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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.