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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.