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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.