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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.