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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.