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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Move,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Pole,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.