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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.