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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.