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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.