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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.