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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.