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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.