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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.