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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.