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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.