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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.