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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Visage,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.