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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.