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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.