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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.