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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.